Chapter 3: Clean Up
Chucky grasped Andy's foot and began to drag him out of the room. This was his least favourite part of murder, cleaning up. It wasn't something he did a lot of the time, since it usually wasn't necessary. Back before he was Chucky, when he was Charles Lee Ray, it had been necessary. Cleaning up a crime scene and disposing of the victim's body was important. The body could hold clues that could eventually leave cops to catching him, which is why after every murder he had incinerated each body and disposed of the ashes. That all changed when he had became Chucky. He had no fingerprints. He didn't have an identity. No one would ever suspect a doll of committing murder. Cleaning up had become a thing of the past.
But now it seemed necessary. If Chucky could keep Andy's death a secret, just for a little bit, it'd be much easier to kill off, Rosie and Taylor, Andy's ex and kid. Chucky wanted to see the rest of Andy's family slaughtered and if the news of Andy's death got around, a lot of things could go wrong. Rosie and Taylor would probably end up at the police station a lot, and trying to kill the two of them from within the police station would be a bitch.
Chucky yanked Andy's body out the door, struggling a little. It wasn't easy trying to lug around a body that weighed four times as much as you, but he managed. He was strong for his size, as he had just proved, by overpowering Andy and shoving his face into the paper shredder. Chucky felt a little proud as he pulled Andy's body down the hall. After all these years trying to kill that miserable fuck Andy, he had finally done it. It had taken him awhile, but he had finally accomplished it. He had finally done it and he was damn proud, but there was a part of him that felt dismayed. Of course he was glad he had killed Andy; that bastard had killed him three times already, but trying to murder Andy had become a part of Chucky's life, in fact it had become his life. He had spent the last 20 years trying to kill him, and now he was dead. Once he killed Rosie and Taylor, what was he going to do? What was going to be his purpose in life?
"Never mind that" Chucky muttered under his breath, unaware that he was speaking out loud. "I should be congratulating. I killed Andy. I've finally killed Andy! I'VE KILLED ANDY!" Chucky hollered out joyously as he finally reached the end of the hall. He let go of Andy's corpse, relieved. He had been getting tired and his fingers were starting to hurt. He felt like relaxing for the night, but his work wasn't done yet.
"Don't worry Chucky, you're almost done" he thought, reassuringly to himself. All he had to do was hoist Andy's body into the garbage chute, which was pretty high on the wall in front of him, but nothing he couldn't handle. Chucky got a grasp on Andy's body and hoisted it above his head. It hurt like hell carrying something so large in comparison to him, but he was going to have to manage. Chucky grunted and lifted the body above his head, shoving it headfirst into the flap, and proceeding to push the whole thing in.
Finally, all that remained of Andy were his feet, sticking out of the chute. Chucky grinned. One little push and he would be done. Then he could set out to finish the other two off. If everything went as planned, by the time Andy's body was found, Rosie and Taylor would be dead. His plan wasn't fool proof and the possibilities of it going off perfectly weren't particularly big, but he couldn't think of a better way of disposing of the body that wouldn't be too complicated for him.
"Well, I hope you learned your lesson Andy" Chucky snarled, "Don't fuck with the Chuck" and with that, he gave Andy's feet a little push and sent the body tumbling down the chute.